Vol 2 Chapter 1162: Zhu Rong asked, the battle in the Netherworld

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Bymeng and the Seven-faced Demons looked at each other, and one person ruled half of the sea, stirring the vast North Sea.
As more and more currents approached, the scope of the flame world became smaller and smaller.
Bymen stepped into the air, his hands opened, and a spear exuding a strong magical energy was opened in both palms.
"The magic spear kills the sky," Bymon held the magic spear and pierced all the void along the way, stirred the sea and the flames, and killed the consciousness.
"Suppression," Xu Zimo also used the last trace of power on the Chaos Bead.
The Chaos Orb, which was already about to dim, bloomed again and suppressed the consciousness.
With a "boom", the fire was completely torn apart, and the tip of the magic spear pierced directly into the eyebrows of the consciousness.
For a time, the wind and thunder changed suddenly, and the wind was full of strength, turning into a series of magic arrows and stabbing in.
The consciousness roared in pain.
Under the control of the Seven-faced Demon General, Beihai's momentum became stronger and stronger, and eventually completely annihilated the flame world.
And the consciousness finally exploded, and the aftermath directly blasted several people out.
Chaos Bead returned to the real world, and Xu Zimo's figure fell straight down.
"Lord, are you okay," Bymeng asked worriedly, supporting him.
Xu Zimo waved his hand and tried his best to stand up straight.
He looked at the place where the consciousness exploded, and there was a monument and a flame.
"Take it over and let me have a look," Xu Zimo said.
The Seven-faced Demon General took the remnant monument, Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the four characters "Zhu Rong Asking Dao" written on it.
He stared at the remnant monument, and the world in front of him suddenly changed.
As if the mind was sucked into a new world.
When I regained consciousness, a picture after another appeared before my eyes.
A giant was burning with flames, standing on the vast ground.
The flame incinerated everything, and he was revered as the of fire.
Zhu Rong is the world's first fire god, and the flame he uses is named after him, Zhu Rong's fire.
He lived in the Primordial Era, which was the most wild era in Jiuyu.
The ancient gods are in power, everything is scarce, and they are the leaders of the world.
The picture in front of you is changing, what is flame?
Xu Zimo couldn't help but have such a question in his heart.
Someone fights with flames, it is violent, destructive, and hot.
But some people use fire to cook and keep warm.
The flame is inseparable from two words, creation.
Whether it is the raging fire that incinerates everything, or the spark of cooking, it is inseparable from the use of species.
So flame is creation.
The speed of the screen transition was very fast. After tens of seconds, Xu Zimo seemed to have experienced everything, and his eyes returned to the Beihai again.
"Lord, are you okay?" Bymen asked quickly.
"Some are weak, it's estimated that it will take a long time to cultivate," Xu Zimo shook his head.
Ordinary consumption can quickly recover from his realm, but the consumption of Chaos Orb is really too great.
The mind and body, including their own essence and blood, are a bit tired and exhausted.
Just after the picture disappeared, the four characters "Zhu Rong Asking Dao" on the remains gradually disappeared.
And in Xu Zimo's mind, there was an extra exercise.
It is the ancient mystery that Zhu Rong asked.
Zhu Rong is the master of fire, this is naturally all about fire.
The scarlet flame next to it was the fire of Zhu Rong.
Xu Zimo stretched out his hand and put away Zhu Rong's fire.
Bymeng and the Seven-faced Demon General returned to the mainland of China, while Xu Zimo found a relatively peaceful place and prepared to cultivate for a while.
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At this moment, in the nether domain.
This is also one of the nine domains.
The phantom sea fluctuates, especially like a pile of dead ashes, everything in the world, no matter how light, can't float on the phantom sea.
Once anything touches the sea of ​​illusion, it will sink when touched, without any resistance.
A fantasy sea is a world.
Under the sea of ​​illusion leads to the netherworld, the journey of sentient beings is boundless.
Here is the way home to death, the end of everything.
Because here only entertains the dead.
Death envelops the entire world, and the fantasy sea is divided into eighteen layers of the world.
Corresponds to Abi hell.
There is no distinction between good and evil, so the souls of the dead will be in the eighteenth level of hell.
Eventually, it will rise according to personal contributions, and will be able to reincarnate and rebirth until the first hell.
Of course, the so-called rebirth is the second person, and everything in the previous life will disappear.
In the Nether Territory, the first stop is Luofu Village.
Going forward, it is the Soul Gathering Pass.
At this moment, in front of Luofu Village, the dead souls gathered here, lined up one by one to brand their identities, and walked inside.
At this moment, two golden lights exploded on the sky.
The Netherworld has always been dominated by darkness.
At this moment, the golden light appeared, very dazzling, and immediately attracted everyone.
The firmament of the Netherworld was torn apart by a pair of hands, and a figure in an immortal robe came out.
"The Holy Court has an order to capture a soul here, and hope that the Lord of the Necromancers will cooperate," the person who opened the scroll said solemnly, holding the scroll.
His words fell, and there was so much noise underneath, but no one responded.
"Where is the Lord of Luofu Village?" The person in the fairy robe looked like a torch, and UU read www.uukanshu.com softly shouted.
"Who? So many battles," a rather lazy voice sounded.
Above Luofuzhai, a middle-aged man who was neither man nor woman walked out.
He wears men's clothing, but his looks are quite feminine, with red lips, a pretty nose, and a soft voice.
"The holy court wants a soul, please cooperate and help you find it out," Xianpao said.
"When will the Holy Court have the final say on the matter of the Netherworld?" the middle-aged man asked rhetorically.
"This is the command of the immortal master, dare you not follow it?" The existence of the immortal robe snorted coldly.
"Don't forget about 300,000 years ago."
"Since it is the order of the immortal lord, you let the immortal lord come to ask someone in person, what are you?" the middle-aged man replied.
"Your Netherworld Realm is becoming more and more presumptuous now, I will truthfully report this matter to the Immortal Lord," the fairy robe is enveloped in the fairy mist.
He said indifferently: "You will bear the consequences at that time."
"Wait a minute," the middle-aged man shouted as he saw that Xianpao was about to leave.
"What?" Xianpao asked with a frown.
"This Netherworld is the way home for the dead. Are you a living person who comes and leaves as long as you want?" the middle-aged man replied.
I saw him open his hands, and a half of the magical sea surged over.
All kinds of death auras entangled, with the blood of and endless screams.
"You want to rebel," Xianpao said angrily.
For a moment, his whole body was full of celestial light, transformed into a fairy sword, and fought directly.
"Never surrendered, how can you rebel?" The middle-aged man laughed.
"If this is in the outside world, what can you do with me.
But in the netherworld, you are nothing but ants. "
The blood sea directly annihilated the fairy light and enveloped the existence of the fairy robe.